[Hook]
Everday, be a problem day
Gotta get yo cash, stay outta harms way
Stay outta fed face, stay outta fed place [x2]
[Verse 1 - Smokes]
You don't want them problems when you come to the bahamas
Im on sprite, smokin keisha, i got white for your neighbours
BARS granola, CARS crayola
Messing with my young niggas, you gone get fucked over
Im getting money now, for that green its mandown
Get yo meal, be for real, if you a G, now how that sound?
Me and rio ballin, pullin up in them foreign
Im michael GABBY jordan, crabby niggas be boring
My forces are so coke up, ill hit you with that cobra
Your homie is a robot, G.A.B some DOPE BOYS
Fed tryna know us, toys r them, guns r us
They ask me what i do it for, i do it for them tonka trucks
No more going broke, this a letter for momma i wrote
Marlins floating off in my pocket, bad women gone quote
Catch me in the battlefield for my niggass an my folks
Fetchin for them dollar bills, im santa claus to these hoes
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Rio G]
Wake up, roll up, so much mula, smoke the shooter
Im the mamba, we a combo, cuttah up like kimbo!
Sipping on that slow mo, feds taken a photo
Mustank ridin solo, catch me ridin polo
Step up in my dojo, leave you dancen like a pogo
L O U D my language, smoke showed me that Yolo
College of the blocks, COB the motto
Cabbage Ova Bitches, G.A.B for life , woe
Living life fast an i dont wanna crash
So if i slow down its like im going back
Most local rappers, a bunch of broke actors
I bet ya money short even if it on a ladder
It was hard to make a dollar, still got beef on the platter (BEY!)
Now im making a killing, grinding of these local rappers
Some false prophets, no marlins in his pocket
Just bought a metal jackets, smoke need a stray jacket
[Hook]
Everday, be a problem day
Gotta get yo cash, stay outta harms way
Stay outta fed face, stay outta fed place [x2]
[Verse 1 - Smokes]
You don't want them problems when you come to the bahamas
Im on sprite, smokin keisha, i got white for your neighbours
BARS granola, CARS crayola
Messing with my young niggas, you gone get fucked over
Im getting money now, for that green its mandown
Get yo meal, be for real, if you a G, now how that sound?
Me and rio ballin, pullin up in them foreign
Im michael GABBY jordan, crabby niggas be boring
My forces are so coke up, ill hit you with that cobra
Your homie is a robot, G.A.B some DOPE BOYS
Fed tryna know us, toys r them, guns r us
They ask me what i do it for, i do it for them tonka trucks
No more going broke, this a letter for momma i wrote
Marlins floating off in my pocket, bad women gone quote
Catch me in the battlefield for my niggass an my folks
Fetchin for them dollar bills, im santa claus to these hoes
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Rio G]
Wake up, roll up, so much mula, smoke the shooter
Im the mamba, we a combo, cuttah up like kimbo!
Sipping on that slow mo, feds taken a photo
Mustank ridin solo, catch me ridin polo
Step up in my dojo, leave you dancen like a pogo
L O U D my language, smoke showed me that Yolo
College of the blocks, COB the motto
Cabbage Ova Bitches, G.A.B for life , woe
Living life fast an i dont wanna crash
So if i slow down its like im going back
Most local rappers, a bunch of broke actors
I bet ya money short even if it on a ladder
It was hard to make a dollar, still got beef on the platter (BEY!)
Now im making a killing, grinding of these local rappers
Some false prophets, no marlins in his pocket
Just bought a metal jackets, smoke need a stray jacket
[Hook]
( So Faded Boys )
www.ChordsAZ.com